Car Wheels on a Gravel Road Songtext
von Lucinda Williams

Sittin′ in the kitcken, a house in macon
Loretta's singing on the radio
Smell of coffee, eggs, and bacon
Car wheels on a gravel road
Pull the curtains back and look outside
Somebody somehere i don′t know
Come on now child we're gonna go for a ride

Car wheels on a gravel road
Car wheels on a gravel road
Car wheels on a gravel road

Can't find a damn thing in this place
Nothing′s where i left it before
Set of keys and a dusty suitcase
Car wheels on a gravel road
There goes the screen door slamming shut
You better do what you′re told
When i get back this room better be picked-up


Car wheels on a gravel road
Car wheels on a gravel road
Car wheels on a gravel road

Low hum of voices in the front seat
Stories nobody knows
Got folks in jackson we're going to meet
Car wheels on a gravel road
Cotton fields stretching miles and miles
Hank′s voice on the radio
Telephone poles trees and wires fly on by

Car wheels on a gravel road
Car wheels on a gravel road
Car wheels on a gravel road

Broken down shacks engine parts
Could tell a lie but my heart would know
Listen to the dogs barkin in the yard
Car wheels on a gravel road
Child in the backseat about four or five years
Lookin' out the window
Little bit of dirt mixed with tears


Car wheels on a gravel road
Car wheels on a gravel road
Car wheels on a gravel road
Car wheels on a gravel road
Car wheels on a gravel road